Brown and ready to split you,
To fit you over
My willful sunburn tickle
And to instill you with a trickle
Of the vinegary sinful issue.
I know you are hungry and coy
But I like being a boy and you will learn
To play along. After all it’s you
Who wrote this song - I only sing.
I only hammer out the ring of your design
And pour the wine that makes us both
Go mad and dream,
Another potent stream to which we are both
Inclined, to love.
So drink and doze
While I remove your clothes and gather close
Your skin and hair and shine,
Bend and turn and learn your lines,
Both of us afraid and whisper -
You are mine.
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